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      <title>Aidan&#39;s Training</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;I started out with a pretty happy life, but I screwed things up. I was the king of my castle, but now I&amp;rsquo;m not even the queen. More like the maid. So I guess you could call it a riches to rags story. How did it all happen, well let me back up and tell you.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My name is Aidan, and I started life with a plus, because my family was pretty well off. When I turned 21, I got my share of the family trust fund. I never needed to work in my life, and I would have been very well off. But what fun is it to sit around the house all day? I went to college, then got my MBA, and got a job at a high powered accounting firm downtown, where I pulled down a six figure income.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Tables Turned</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; Hope you all enjoy. stephanie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As always, I wanted to size up my captive&amp;rsquo;s predicament. She was beautiful, although it was hard to tell at the moment since she had a black leather hood over her head. Her mouth was plugged with a rather large penis gag, and the only identifiable parts of her head were her lovely green eyes (very rare for an Asian girl) and the lustrous mane of black hair sticking out of the back of her hood. The green eyes on an Asian were a specific request of the buyer, and he was paying top dollar for the honor. It took me awhile to track such a woman down.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Toilet Slut</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; Just some musings from a oversexed mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Last night I finally lived a long time dream of mine. My wife Melody of three years came home from work around 7pm and told me to follow her upstairs. Once we arrived in the bedroom, she laid back on the bed and spread her legs wide for me. She was dressed in a long white light cotton dress with a floral print and a belt cinched at the waist. The dress fell long enough to conceal most of her knee high black shiny leather boots. As I looked down at her beautiful shaven pussy, I saw first that she had not worn any panties, and second that she had been fucked recently.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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